Key: C major•
Verse 1
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I am a rovin' hackler lad
My name is Pat McDonald
and my age is eighty -four
Beloved and well -respected
by my neighbours one and all
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On St. Patrick's Day
I would like to stray
round Lavey and Grouse Hall
When I was young I danced and sung
and drank strong whisky too
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But Pudgin's still on every hill,
the Peelers had no call
Round Sweet Stradone
I used to go from town to town
for hackling was my trade
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an honest living maid
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For ere it's day be night or day,
the youth would always call
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I think it's the range
how very much the times have changed
of late Coercion, that was all,
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they're out with dealers on their bait
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To take it, alas, is now alas,
the greatest crime of all
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Oh, since Balfour placed that hungry beast,
Is busy too with the casserole,
he wanders night and day
He'll take a goat,
I'll buy the throat for one to better pray
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The nasty skunk,
he'll swear you're drunk,
though you've had none at all
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since he came to Grouse Hall
It was on pretence of his offence,
he dragged me off to jail,
Alone to dwell in a cold cell,
like bedsit runs for vengeance call,
He rue'd the day he dragged away
the hackler from Rosehall.
He run't hell -bell down into hell
to search for Pudge in there,
And won't be loath to swear an oath
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The nymphs are fed from foot to head,
sheets, blankets, tick and all
Come, old and young,
clear up your lung
and sing this little song
Come join with me and let them
I'll always give a prayer for his downfall
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You
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